The tears had already started to flow before Tir pressed his face against Kazuki's chest. They came like a torrent, held back for three years of putting off the grieving process. He never had time to mourn his father...and once the war was over, he couldn't find his way past the guilt to do so.

But here and now, it all came at once, and all he could do was silently scream into Kazuki's shirt. Tears, cries, and shivers not from cold but from the sheer weight of his emotion...all flooded out of him at once.